Red Wolf Prompts Is Our New Prompt Site

Hi guys,
Our prompt site has migrated.

If you still wish to follow our writing prompts, take note. Prompt 331 onward will be at
Red Wolf Prompts.

This site shall be turning into … a graveyard, pretty soon.

Unless you particularly wish to haunt the dead, you could follow us at the land of the living.

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We Wordle #34 Calling…calling (Seriously it’s our final call)

Knock-Knock

uh… Who’s there?
Who’s on first.

Who?

That’s right. Knock-Knock

Today is Old-2-New Day. Dig back and find an old joke, or cross-stitch sampler saw, or hoary truism that makes about as much sense today as an ad for Carter’s Little Liver Pills.

1) Tired-but-(still) True
That is your starting point.

Now. Twist it around in your mind. Look at what it was trying to say, and find a similar context in the present. With that in your off hand,

2) come up with your own truism, catch phrase, Facebook meme, refrain, (whatever rocks you)

and

3) write a Call-and-Response

You can shape your poem in any way you choose, but repeat your line at intervals. It may ask; it may answer; it may irk, interrupt, be totally irrelevant. It’s your call/respond.

OR

Skip all that, and write something in a form that requires repeated lines.
(can’t think of any? You can find some ideas HERE and HERE.)

*Girl interrupted*
(Irene nudges Barbara who steps to stage left)

Sorry for interrupting but this being our last prompt, it behooves me to say something. I believe that poems are a sort of telepathy. For transmitting thoughts, prayers, wishes, ideas, prophesies. As poets, you do know that writing is a crystallization process. It plucks these things out of thin air, it would appear, and set them into a form. It is the process of art. As my friend, Christopher, would say, the result is a story. Poems are eclipsed stories. What is said carries the weight of what is not said. The best poems are richly interpretative and ambiguous. For the way it does, poems are excellent microcosms of the richness and the mystery and the multiplicity of narratives of an otherwise unknown universe. For poets they’re essential devices in our constant quest for narrative, as do painting, music and other art forms.

In my own quest, I’ve found this well of poems that never stops flowing. It’s as if the soul is constantly contextualizing and recontextualizing itself in an infinite manner. A universal narrative that is deeply personal on the soul level. A personableness. Good writing makes the poet and the reader feel more alive. I owe my own developing competence in churning out poems to the prompts I found on the Internet that had inspired serendipitous writing. The prompts foreground a writing practice and hone the practice to a constantly sharpened pencil. They’re pencil sharpeners. How apt that when I first got involved in We Write Poems prompt site, the precursor to Red Wolf Poems, my son had come up with an icon of a pencil for that site. Coming full circle.

I was also thinking how ironic that Barbara’s prompt asked for repetition. We do repeat. And we also cannot repeat ourselves. We’re fallen angels who need to create new myths everyday in order not to go stale. As we well know, every journey must end somewhere. It’s the end of this story. New stories begin elsewhere. If you like, you can still follow us at Red Wolf Journal.

As is our ritual, this week’s prompt is supposed to include a wordle.

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Here’re the contributors:

Viv: orange
Misky: flame
Nelly: butt
Jules: poltergeist
Irene: icebergs

Irene steps off podium and hands mike back to Barbara who then wishes everyone:

Have fun: today, tomorrow, and onward into your

BRAND NEW YEAR

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Red Wolf Journal: Release of Fall 2014 Issue 3 in PDF and Current Call for Submissions for Winter 2014 Issue 4

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I’m happy to announce that Red Wolf Journal’s Fall 2014 Issue 3 (editors: Peter Roundy and Grace Harriman) is released in PDF. You can go here to download a copy.

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Red Wolf Journal’s Winter 2014 Issue 4 (editors: Barbara Young and Marilyn Braendeholm) is open to submissions till 21 December 2014. The theme is “Play.” Go here to read submission guidelines. Then submit!

Red Wolf Journal Issue 2: The River, Within Us and Without Us

Issue 2 of Red Wolf Journal is live!

We proudly present Issue 2, whose theme is “The River: Within Us and Without Us”. This issue features poetry by John Michael Flynn, Uma Gowrishankar, Dah Helmer, Ann Howells, Kristina Jensen, Joan Leotta, Christopher Oak Reiner, Marian Veverka, Robert Walton, Will Wells, Martin Willitts, Jr., and Barbara Young. We also feature cover art and poetry by Angela (Alex) Weddle.

Nicole Nicholson and Tawyna Smith
The Editors

Maya Angelou (1928 – 2014)

Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River…
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.

–Excerpt from “On the Pulse of the Morning”

Red Wolf Poems remembers Maya Angelou, who passed into the great beyond on May 28, 2014. She was 86 years old.

She has given us so much. For some poets, hers were the first words of poetry ever read. With her words, she celebrated individuals, gave encouragement, shed a light on wrongs and injustice, and educated many. By shedding light on the inner life and environment of herself — one African-American woman — she reminded us of our common humanity.

Poets, feel free to leave your thoughts, prayers, poetry, or anything else here.

“Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.”
–Dr. Angelou’s last tweet

Welcome, Reds & Wolves

If you find yourself here, you’re in the right place.

This is actually not a rose garden. Rather it’s a forest. Where Wolfs lurk and Reds go riding.

You’ll get to be a Red while you’re here. Or if you’re male, you get to be Wolf. I don’t know about male Reds and she-wolves. I’m not really going there but don’t let me stop you.

If fur and hoodie cloaks are not your garb, then feel free to put on a new type of livery.

I’ll let Nicole take you wherever she wants to take you with her first prompt, which will come on on Thursday, 1 May 2014. What can I tell you? The forest has eyes that glow … like poems.